The influence of my days on the trading floor in the late 80’s has had a pronounced effect on many other areas of my life; including, strangley enough, my Art. (As you’ll see from the two pieces below: An article from Gallery Magazine in 1999 and an excerpt from the July update to my website’s “Currently” page)
Traders typically fall into two categories: Fundamentalists who trade, essentially, on news (crop reports, inventory levels, weather patterns etc.) and Technical analysts who believe that all the information needed to trade can be extrapolated from charts. Being a “visual” person, and a draftsman, I was naturally drawn to the latter. The uncanny ability of chart formations and patterns to predict future movements in the market revealed something deeper, I believe, than trader’s sentiment alone – the sum of all available information, interpreted and acted upon by numerous individual traders. The fact that a chart of rainfall patterns in the mid-west was, essentially, indistinguishable from that of copper, for example, said that even the most man-made of markets obey the same natural laws. It is hard to think of the S&P index as being “organic”; and yet, close scrutiny of the chart formations revealed exactly the same ebb and flow of any other - seemingly random - stream of data. As a trader I was particularly drawn to the clear-cut nature of this occupation: at the end of the day you were right, or you were wrong. There were no shades of gray, and this absolutism appealed very much to the draftsman in me. But there was room for artistry in this game also. It was possible - for a trader on the floor at least - to make profitable trades even when wrong about the ultimate direction of the market. “Scalping”, as it is unflatteringly known in the trader’s vernacular, takes advantage of inefficiencies and small, temporary distortions of the market.
This is something of a departure though, from the point I would like to illustrate: It was not so much the act of trading – despite its usefulness in confirming a situation – but the process of seeking to understand, in a visual way, what the data has to say.
Years of chart analysis – with an understanding of just how important these embedded formations are to comprehending the underlying nature of things – has made the process of pattern recognition habitual; it has become the way in which I perceive the world around me. Not surprisingly, this “disposition” has been particularly advantageous in its application to the more artistic endeavours in my life. Unlike Mathematician John Nash, who was unable to “indulge [his] appetite for patterns”, I have employed this method for years in the creation, and modification of, scenes I encapsulate on canvas. Although I’ve occasionally written about the role of math in art, I mention Nash because of the recent film based on his life and work. The second scene of “A beautiful mind” illustrates in the most brilliant way – through the analysis of an ugly tie – a real world example of this experience. It gave me goose bumps to see this process demonstrated so effectively; the first of many situations in the film that echoed so much of my own understanding of world (as in the essay excerpt below). Fortunately, as an artist, I don’t have to find a mathematical explanation for this phenomenon. To know that these Symmetries and Parallels do exist, and to apply them whenever possible, is enough.
As a realist, I am always trying to understand the nature of the world in which we live. In much the same way as I might look at a graph of data from the market and, through the isolation of various chart formations, arrive at a clearer vision of the underlying reality, I disassemble and reconstruct the images that I see in the world around me. And the term which best describes my work, in both methodology and concept, is re-constructivism. This particular "ism" emerged, not surprisingly, from post-deconstructivism; and, as my own approach builds on the four defining characteristics of this philosophy, perhaps I might be so bold as to claim neo-reconstructivism as a label for my own particular form of expression.
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